Paroles
Shell and lens that was floating in clamor.
I faced them directly.
Silent voices and supersonic eyes are just standing by me
Metropolis wriggles, and demands to me enhancing
The selection of the ego is not even drunk by "I".
I evade the egoism like breaking scanning lines
So, I jump into over the picture tube now
That core of hollow has already been shut off
Touch my noise
The shades of meaning in "I" and being chained zilch
The noize of the metropolis interrupts with the providence
Cause and effect weakens, and own sign is growing up
Synchronizing with myself and sublating to low level
Searching for the look of "I" from among the crowd of the building
/https%3A%2F%2Fassets.over-blog.com%2Ft%2Fcedistic%2Fcamera.png)